Auctioned To The Alpha King の小説・ストーリー

"Beta Valentine, why do you seem to attack River?" The man was absent when the alpha king was here. The delta's eyes shifted to the surroundings and paled when he saw my sister's lifeless body. "The alpha king's orders. He wanted me to bring River to the auction house," the beta whispered. "Which I won't allow. Over my dead body," Dawn retorted. "We can have another slaying here, mutt. But you will never take her away from me. River will not be sold. She is the queen of the kingdom now that Zenith is gone."

"What happens today?" I expected a snigger from the man or worse but he was extremely jolly to my surprise. I watched him bend over and smile, showing his sickening yellow teeth. "The auction." He whispered. "And usually, auctions don't pique my excitement this much. It's just a gamble for the rich after all." I shuddered upon hearing that. He referred to abduction and auction of living breathing human beings as a gamble for the rich. Ignoring my reaction, the man continued. "But this is different. The consort of our Alpha is looking for a new maid. Someone in the high places recommended my quarters. The Alpha will be here real soon and I can hardly wait to hand you over to him. For a price

The gruff male raised his father's banner high and mighty. The auditorium was dead silent and not a breath interrupted the illustrious eldest child. His draping cape of wolf fur which he skinned from the Alphas he slew wrapped loosely on his broad shoulders; his cold face blanched in a spiraling obsession to own. One could see the future Alpha was agitated. "Half a million for Cataleia Reiss! An outstanding amount!" The Auctioneer said through the mic. His face was pale too. At that point, he thought Prince Kai would win over her. "I have no words!"

The kind of cock that stretched a woman beyond her limits and left her begging for more even as she sobbed from the overwhelming fullness. I had heard the stories. Now I felt his gaze like a physical touch, sliding over my breasts, down my stomach, lingering between my thighs where heat already pooled despite my fear. The bidding started high. Gold coins clinked. Voices rose. But when Thorne raised one finger, the room fell silent. “Sold,” the auctioneer announced. “To His Majesty, Alpha King Thorne Blackfang.” My stomach flipped. I was led down from the platform on trembling legs, straight toward the throne. Thorne didn’t stand. He simply crooked a finger, and I was pushed to my knees befor

I was taken aback, and I inquired of the king of the alphas, "Why so late in the night? What kind of a auction is that, exactly?" He leaned close to me and murmured, "It's an auction for slaves!"

Aurora shifted her position, taking an empty jar on the table and getting a ladle to transfer the potion into the jar. "What's this potion called?" she asked curiously. "This is the kiss of death potion. If the alpha king doesn't fall in love with you, then put a small amount of this potion in his drink. He will fall for you in just a second. Hard," she smiled more wickedly. When the Gunners spread the word across Rockmount that they are looking for a woman to marry their son, Arden, and bear his children, Aurora sent Erina, her daughter, to seduce the alpha king and become his bride.

That's who I have grown to be. "I don't understand." Says a voice that's my own. I am shaken by my wolf's influence. Sincerely, I had no idea I was going to talk. The elder turned to her back. "What's hard to understand there? Why do you think you're treated to a sheltered life, unlike other omegas? Think, Freya. A Luna needs that facility called the brain." Her voice fades as she leaves the room. My wolf panics as she tells me the truth. We have just been sold to the cruelest Alpha King of all time by our stepfather.

The Alpha king was my…owner? What the heck?

** Ravok POV Present Day Walking into the auction was like stepping into the rotting core of everything I despised in my five hundred years of walking this earth. The room was vast, and the air was saturated with perfume, sweat, and the musky stench of wolves trying too hard to mask the animal beneath their skin. Conversations hummed, all of them eager to sink their teeth into tonight’s “merchandise.” I slipped into a seat at the back, my black mask hiding every feature. No one here knew who I was: the Alpha King.